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whatdoeseverybodywant · 6 months

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You’re the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 5

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NOVEMBER 23RD 2020

Incoming text from Josh Fatu: good morning, can’t wait to see u tonite ❤️

Airielle stared at the text message with a smile on her face. Even though she was happy she was also extremely nervous, this would be her first date in 3 years since…Airielle quickly shook her head trying to get rid of those thoughts. She jumped when Yasmine burst through the door carrying shopping bags. Airielle rolled her eyes as Yasmine passed her a Victoria’s Secret bag.

“Just something sexy to wear.” Airielle laughed and thanked her. “You nervous? It’s been a while since you been on a date.” Yasmine paused “Even though I still think those other two should count but whatever.” She shrugged.

“Yeah im freaking the fuck out honestly.” Yasmine reached over and grabbed Airielle’s hands, giving them a squeeze.

“Just remember, you are not defined by what happened to you. You are the light that refused to surrender.” Airielle smiled softly and looked away from Yasmine. “I know I give you shit about getting back in the dating scene,” Yasmine grabbed Airielle’s cheeks to make her look back at her. “But I just want you to know how proud of you I am. Just have fun and be free.” Airielle pulled Yasmine to her in a tight hug.

“Yo bro.” Josh looked over at the door when Jon came strolling through.

“I know this ya house, but I could’ve been naked.” Jon shrugged and plopped his body down on the bed.

“You ready for tonight? I can’t believe she actually agreed to go out with you.” Josh sucked his teeth and glared over at his twin.

“What the hell that's supposed to mean?”

“You ugly as fuck uce” Jon laughed then held his hand up, trying to shield his face and body from Josh’s hits. “Aight, Aight Damn.”

“If I'm ugly, you ugly. We twins jackass.”

“I hope you got my girl some roses.” Trin said as she came into the room and sat on the bed next to Jon. Josh nodded and scrubbed his hand over his face. If there was an emotion beyond nervousness, that's what he was. Trinity noticed and placed her hand on his shoulder.

“This gon be my first- first date since high school man, The last time I was this nervous was with the boy’s mom.” Jon and Trinity winced at the fact he wouldn’t say his ex-wife’s name. “And I was fifteen, i’m thirty-fucking five, why am I so nervous?”

“Cause you like her uce. And technically yall already went on y’alls first date.” Trinity nodded her head in agreement. “Just be yourself man, she gon fall in love with you.”

Airielle looked at the clock and cursed. Josh was supposed to be at her place in 30 minutes and she still didn’t decide which dress to wear. She let out a sigh of relief when Yasmine came into her room holding her IPad, on facetime with their other cousin Ashley.

“As the family fashion expert. We need your help.” Yasmine flipped the camera and showed Ashley all of the dress, shoes and jewelry options they had.

“Bitch are those my earrings!” Yasmine rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth.

“Focus Ashley-”

“I’ve been looking for them everywhere hoe!” Airielle giggled and took the IPAD from Yasmine, turning the camera to herself.

“I need your opinion Ash, I’m stuck.” Ashley rolled her eyes and nodded.

“Fine,” She muttered. “Show me again.”

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Yasmine had just finished curling the last piece of Airielle’s hair when there was a knock at the front door. Airielle felt like she had to throw up. She was about to run into the bathroom when Yasmine stopped her and pushed her towards the door.

“No running. Go enjoy yourself.” Airielle nodded and took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Damn,” Josh said lowly, licking his lips as he shamelessly raked his eyes over her body. “I mean,” he cleared his throat. “You look beautiful.” He felt his cheeks heat up as he passed her the bouquet of white, red and pink roses.

Airielle took them. “These are so pretty.” She said as she lifted them to her nose to smell them.

“I mean, beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman.” They both stared at each other before bursting out into laughter.

“That was so corny,” She said as she shut her apartment door and started walking towards the elevator. He chuckled as he followed her.

“Yeah aint gon’ lie. That wasn’t my best work.”

Josh had just pulled up in front of the restaurant and Airielle was about to get out of the car when Josh stopped her.

“Whoa, whatchu’ doin?” Airielle froze with one of her hands on the handle of the car door. She turned her head and frowned at him. “Opening the door?” She said as more of question and Josh chuckled.

“Nah, don’t touch that.” He said getting out and rushing over so he could open the door for her. “I got you.” He said as he held out his hand for her to grab. She rolled her eyes with a smile and grabbed his hand, letting him help her out of the car. She smiled wider when he didn’t let go of her hand as they started walking towards the restaurant. He only let go of her hand to hand the valet his keys and a twenty dollar tip.

“Wow, this place is nice.” She said as the host led them to their table. She smiled at Josh as he pulled out her chair for her.

“Yeah, Jon recommended it. Said he takes Trin here all the time.” They sat there in silence. Glancing at each other over their menus, sending secret smiles to each other.

“So i’ve been told.”Airielle started off, breaking the silence between them. “We technically already had our first date.” Josh nodded with a chuckle.

“I mean, technically yeah. So what this’ll be our.” He stopped to count on his fingers making her scoff. “Third date.”

“You did not just count to three on your fingers.” He shrugged with a laugh as the waiter came over to take their orders. Once he walked away Airielle turned her attention back to Josh. “Ok, so tell me something about you that I don’t know.”

“Damn,” Josh said as he blew out a breath of air. “I can play the piano.”

“Oh wow foreal?” She asked, eyebrows raised in shock and he nodded.

“Yeah, me and my brothers. My momma kept us busy so we weren’t tearing up her house. It was so much shit she put us in man, uh- karate, soccer, baseball. Man, any sport that you could think of my mom had me and my brothers there. No your turn.”

She placed her chin on her palm and smiled at him. “I used to dance and cheer competitively. My parents' garage is literally full of medals and trophies.”

She narrowed her eyes at him when he started to smirk. “That’s kinda hot.”

“I was a kid Josh.” She chuckled and threw a piece of her dinner roll at him when he shrugged.

The rest of their date went amazing. They never ran out of stuff to talk about. They didn’t even realize they were the last two people in the restaurant until the waiter came over to tell them.

On the ride back to her apartment, they stopped to grab some ice cream. Neither one of them wanted the night to end. After he parked in her complex’s garage they walked slowly to her apartment, holding hands.

“This was like the best date I've ever been on.” She said, turning towards him as they stopped in front of her door. Her statement made him feel good.

“Yeah? Me too.” He said with a wide smile. Airielle was about to turn to walk into her apartment when Josh stopped her by grabbing her hand.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and Airielle nodded immediately. She honestly thought she would have to make the first move. He grinned before pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her waist. He hesitated before leaning head forward and capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. They stood there, lost in eachother only breaking apart at the sound of a loud squeal and a loud clanging sound, like something had dropped coming from inside Airielle’s apartment.

“Sorry.” They both chuckled at Yasmine’s muffled voice. He gave her another kiss before telling her that he would text her when he got home. After he walked away, Yasmine ripped open the door and yanked Airielle inside.

“Bitch tell me everything.”

Happy Thanksgiving (if you celebrate it.)

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sinimake · 4 months

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For fandom end of year asks 15. 10. 21. 17!

You are so quick with it! Thank you for asking! I was scared that no one's gonna ask me anything

10. Favorite blog of the year: @tokillaking13 👀💯💖 yall know what it isssss i go to their blog way too many times

15. Favorite hc of the year: i really loved Kenshi with white eyes so much from this fanart that i wrote it into my fic 😍

17. WIP you hope to get updated next year: @tristinai's Sometimes My Heart Is Unfaithful series 😍🙌❤️‍🔥 recommend everyone to read it!

21. Favorite ship of the year: at this point, do we need to ask?? 😆 Johnshi my nation we ride at dawn ❤️‍🔥

#johnshi #mortal kombat #johnny x kenshi #the mouth of a wolf & the eyes of a lamb #ask

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a3hihi · 2 years

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ok. wip announcement

title: did venus blow your mind? (drops of jupiter) - nicknamed Venus for if i post for hen crumbs

rating: teen!

first line so far: Omi and Nachi are in sixth grade. By the riverbank, two boys, strongest in their schools, run down their favorite pavement. They’d need the exercise to be the fastest, too.

characters: omi fushimi, fushimi family, mention of nachi, a few oc's

themes: mental health, brief mention of therapy, closure. yall know what is is about

THIS IS THAT FIC I ASKED ABOUT A TAG LIST FOR ! YEP

definitely not like my other fics so far! not an x reader, and has angst this time! im not sure when it’ll be finished but here it isssss

anyone can go on my inbox if ur curious :O!!

#watch me wip #wip: venus #omi fushimi #hen crumbs

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine

The Reader and Erik’s friends are trying to set them both up on a blind date but the catch is...they’re already dating.

Warnings: Fluff. Slight smut, short.

When friends interfere there is no going back....

Four women positioned around a freshly baked pan of peach cobbler with spoons in their hands scooping it out to add to their bowls of vanilla ice cream. It was after they just had a steak dinner and some red wine. They all planned to go out with their boyfriends to a Carnival that’s in town. All accept for Y/N who was single and would be without a date to attend the Carnival. Her friends and and their boyfriends had a trick up their sleeves. Y/N wasn’t going to be the single one out of the group any longer...

“What are you smiling about, Y/N?” Nisha, Y/N’s friend since the 4th grade asks while trying to peek at her phone.

“Just these dumb ass memes, they are so funny,” Y/N giggles, “I swear, the internet is undefeated.”

“For a second there I thought you were talking to some guy.”

Y/N placed her phone face down, looking up at Nisha with a tight smile on her lips as if she was hiding something, “When you know, you’ll know.”

“Well,” Nisha looked around at the other two women. Frankie, Y/N and Nisha’s friend from college who has smooth butter pecan skin and shoulder length layered Auburn hair and Lanay, Nisha’s cousin who stood at 4’ 11, chubby, long natural hair that reached her waist, shared the same sneaky look with Nisha, “We just might know sooner than you think.”

Y/N licks the sweet peaches from her spoon, before taking her tongue to lick the sugary bits off her upper lip, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We took it upon ourselves to set up a blind date for you tonight,” Frankie spoke up first.

“A blind date? Really y’all?” Y/N let’s out a suppressed laugh while giving all of them an odd look, “Listen, I trust y’all judgment but...I’m not tryna go on a date with a man-“

“He’s perfect! You said we know you right? This one is the exact match for you. Funny, intellectual, tall, smells great, very very handsome, has a career-“

“Can’t forget his voice...we know how much you love a man with a sexy voice-“

“You guys, calm down,” Y/N held up her hands at all of them, “I’m good. I’ve been tagging along while y’all are in relationships so what’s the difference?”

“It’s just time, sis. Time to forget about the whack motherfuckers you’ve been with and open your heart to a new and improved man.” Lanay spoke while secretly being nudged in the arm by Frankie to say something.

“Is he a build-a-nigga? Y’all talking about him like he was made in a factory like a Ken doll.”

“He’s that great!” Nisha says with excitement, “Honestly, you two will hit it off instantly when we get to the Carnival.”

Y/N could do nothing but giggle at her girls. They were so pushy when it came down to trying to hook her up with men. All Y/N wanted to do was go to the Carnival and have some fun on rides that she hadn’t been on since she was in high school.

“The only reason why I’m going to agree to this is because he could possibly win me a big Pikachu and I’ve ALWAYS WANTED a big Pikachu. This is strictly on a friend level, okay?”

“When you see him, you won’t say that anymore,” Frankie wagged her brows.

“He’s that amazing, Ugh,” Lanay touches her heart like she was in love.

“Why don’t you two share him then?” Y/N poked fun at them both, “Y’all seem more excited about him than I do.”

“He can win you the big Pikachu and he can give you big orgasms,” Nisha shrugs.

“SIS,” Y/N shoves her, “Why are you so nasty? I’m not sleeping with this man, whoever he is, what’s his name anyway?!”

“Can’t, you’ll find out when we get there-“

Lanay cuts off Nisha, “because we know you start judging based off of names-“

Y/N cuts off Lanay, “Well, can you blame me? Names can tell a lot about a man.”

A knock came to Nisha’s door, a big smile on her face while she rubbed her hands together deviously, “That’s Craig and Shawn. Chavez and your mystery man are going to meet us at the Carnival.”

“Wait...,” Y/N says while Nisha walks away to open her door, “So ALL OF YALL are in on this?”

“The guys are friends with him. We’ve all hung out together before. Not so much lately because he’s been busy but that’s how we met him,” Frankie clarifies.

“Okay...see...y’all are some plotting, medaling, motherfuckers,” Y/N snatched up her black mini backpack that had a cute pink and black faux fur dice key ring attached to it, walking away and towards the living room where Nisha talked with Craig and Shawn. Craig and Shawn are tall and muscular like a couple of football players. Craig is Trinidadian and Shawn is from Ghana. Both of them could pass for brothers. Smooth carob skin with matching kinky fros and thick facial hair.

“Sup, Y/N,” Craig playful gave Y/N dabs to mess with her, “You ready to get on some roller coasters?”

“I’m ready to fuss both of y’all out,” Y/N says with her hands on her hips, “What is wrong with y’all setting me up on a blind date?”

“Just tryna look out for you. We approve, you’ll be fine,” Shawn spoke nonchalantly.

“Y’all get on my damn nerves,” Y/N rolls her eyes, “can we go?”

“Yeah, the car is unlocked, Miss Salty,” Craig always called Y/N that, “Yeah, my mans would love you. He like girls with attitude and mouth.”

“Well your MANS don’t know who he’s fucking with.”

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Finally at the Carnival, Everyone entered in a group, making their way towards the arcade where Chavez said to meet. Y/N couldn’t help but to adjust the short pleated black skirt that she wore and the cropped black tank with a chain lace up in the front. She looked cute and sporty. If she was going to entertain this man for the duration of the night at least look good. The big arcade sign with the outrageously bright lights couldn’t go unnoticed as they approached. Y/N instantly spots Chavez sharing a blunt with a guy who’s back is turned towards them with a white hoodie on that had the words, Good Sex No Stress One Boo No Ex Small Circle Big Checks on it in pink lettering. Black sweats on and white Nike Hauraches, he was indeed tall, maybe 6’ 3 1/2. He could also pass for a football player too. Chavez was the shortest out of all the men but he was still tall, caramel skin and a close cut.

“There he isssss,” Nisha says to Y/N while her arm was linked with Craig’s, “You ready?”

“Nisha, shut up,” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Hey, they’re here,” Chavez taps the mystery guys shoulder, “Where’s YN-“

“Hey Chavez,” she looked over to the guy who was currently putting out the blunt on the wall of the arcade.

“Erik, this is Y/N. Y/N, Erik.”

HOLY SHIT.

Y/N sucked in a panting breath. She was stunned where she stood. Those onyx eyes. Those full lips. That broad nose. The dreads that peaked out of the top of his hood. Is this really happening?

“I told you sis,” Nisha laughs are her friends stuck expression, “Erik, I’m sorry she’s being so damn rude.”

Erik blinked like he was back to reality. His composure was more put together than Y/N’s. He clears his throat, putting out his hand for her to shake.

“Sup’ ma?”

Y/N grabs his large calloused hand, shaking it slowly, “H-Hi.”

“She is shook,” Frankie whispered as she approached her man, Chavez, to give him a kiss.

“So, where to first?” Craig asks.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” Nisha looked around the group, “What do y’all think?”

“Maybe we can play some games first,” Erik suggests with his eyes still on Y/N, unblinking.

“You could win Y/N a big Pikachu,” Lanay spoke with enthusiasm, “She always wanted one.”

“I can do that,” Erik looks Y/N up and down, “That’s okay, right?”

“Y-yeah,” She gave a shivering inhale, “Sure.”

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“Get these rings around the bottles to win a big Pokémon.”

Erik accepted his rings, rolling up the sleeves to his hoodie before looking down at Y/N then over his shoulder. The others were occupied with other Carnival games to worry about Y/N and Erik. Y/N was mute the entire time, afraid to even look at Erik.

“You can breath now, baby girl,” Erik tosses the first ring successfully, “They are far enough away for you to be yourself around me like you were last night.”

“Erik,” Y/N whispered while watching him make the second bottle, “I didn’t want them to know about us until I knew for sure that this was official.”

“We just started dating like, almost a month ago, Y/N. I know you have your boundaries and shit but if I’m putting in time with one girl that’s what it is. I told you this before-“

“Then you should know why I am the way I am. I’ve been played plenty of times, okay?”

Erik tosses the third ring, the Game Worker impressed with his skills since most people miss. He pauses, looking down at Y/N with his onyx eyes that made her melt, “This ain’t just a what the fuck moment for you, it is for me too. They wouldn’t tell me who you were and them niggas kept nagging me to give it a chance so I went along with it to play nice but now that I know it’s you, ain’t no playing nice. Consider this date number three, sweetheart.”

Y/N blushes with a bite of her lower lip, “If you win me that Pikachu I’ll give you a secret kiss in the tunnel of love.”

“How about a secret touch too? Can a nigga get that?”

Y/N rolls her eyes with a pretty smile, “Depends on what this touch is.”

“Hmmm,” Erik squints his eyes with a dimpled smile, “You just gotta wait and see what these hands can do. They had you squirming with just a cuff of that ass.”

“Stopppp,” Y/N whispers.

Erik made the fourth ring. This was already set in the bag.

“Wow!” The Game Worker who’s name tag read Kenny claps, “Three more rings and the Pikachu is yours!”

“It’s already mine,” Y/N says while watching Erik continue to be successful, “He’s just that good.”

“Let me get it down.”

Y/N squeals, jumping up and down before giving Erik a one arm hug. She looked over her shoulder and noticed Nisha, Frankie, and Lanay pointing and laughing. If only they knew.

“Chill out, ma. It’s just a hug. You acting like you got your tongue in my mouth or something...unless?” Erik licks his lips, “I know how much you like my tongue.”

“Get my Pikachu, big head.”

Erik chuckles, grabbing the Pikachu and handing it to Y/N. It was almost let height with how short she is.

“You look fucking adorable with your fine ass.”

“Thank you handsome,” Y/N reached for his hand, “Take me to the tunnel of love.”

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It wasn’t a tunnel of love it was a scary tunnel. Y/N didn’t see how this would be romantic but it was dark enough for Erik to get his kiss and touch. Y/N and Erik were last to get in, the rest of their friends in wagons before them. Erik placed the Pikachu in his lap, taking one of his arms to wrap around Y/N, stroking her arm as the wagons entered the dark tunnel. Out of no where, dark green lights ignited their path, misshapen mirrors on the walls and smoke rising from below the tracks.

“This is so damn eerie,” Nisha looked around with wary eyes, “I’m scared somebody gonna pop out.”

Y/N wasn’t bothered nor did she have to time to admire the tunnel because Erik was kissing her neck. The big ass head of the Pikachu covered his actions. He was tonguing her neck down, Y/N’s eyes fluttering shut. her feet in her platform vans went up on her tiptoes and her thighs clenched tightly. Her mouth opened slowly when his tongue licked her ear, a quiet gasp escaping her mouth. Erik tickled her ear with the air from his nose when he started laughing.

“Don’t make me put you in my lap, Y/N.”

As good as that sounded, she couldn’t do that anyway since they were on a ride. His hand came from around her to rest on her upper thigh. Erik squeezes it, Y/N making her thighs go tight so Erik wouldn’t get his hand up her skirt.

“Stingy.” He whispers before smacking her thigh.

Y/N kisses her teeth, looking straight ahead at her friends before opening her legs.

“Oh? I can get in there now? We moving from first base?”

“You are an ass,” Y/N jumps when she feels his finger tips on her crotch.

“This a phat pussy,” He looked down at her, his face bathed in the green light so lustful, “I just know she juicy too.”

“Shut...up,” Y/N pulled in a lung full of air when Erik’s fingers pinched her pussy lips together.

“Yep, nice and phat.”

Y/N was still stuck on the fact that Erik is her blind date when they are already dating. Now, his hands were up her skirt rubbing and pinching her pussy lips. He was making her soaking wet and she knew for sure he could feel it.

“YES LETS GET OUT OF HERE THIS IS BORING.” Frankie yells from the front causing everyone else to laugh.

Erik slaps her pussy a few times before taking his hand from under her skirt. Y/N let’s out a disappointing sigh as the wagons line up outside of the tunnel. Erik gets out, teaching down to grab Y/N out with one arm. He hands her the Pikachu before wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Y’all move quick I see,” Craig commented while watching Erik and Y/N.

“Y’all were right, I’m feeling her so far,” Erik says while staring at Y/N like she was the most precious thing on earth.

“Awww how cute,” Lanay looked like she wanted to take a picture of the moment.

“Where to next?” Chavez asked.

“A roller coaster?” Y/N suggests, “We can do The Volcano.”

“Oh, hell nah. I know that’s not the one where your legs are swinging?!” Frankie looked petrified.

“Those are the best ones though,” Erik was down.

“Count me out. Baby, can we try the Wild One?”

The Wild One is a standard wooden roller coaster.

“Yeah, babe, that’s fine.”

They both left to go there, leaving everyone else to go on The Volcano.

The walk was pretty short, Erik and Y/N hand in hand. The line for The Volcano was pretty short. Y/N placed her Pikachu near a shelf with her bag. She got in her seat, bringing the bar down in front of her to secure it. Erik helped her out, tightening it to make sure it was in place. The Ride Worker came around, pushing down on the padded bars before pulling it to make sure it was in place. The worker put his thumb up to signal that it was all clear before the ride started up. It was one of those coasters that has a fast take off. Y/N squeezed Erik’s hand, causing him to laugh before the ride blasted off causing Y/N to scream at the top of her lungs.

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Her hair was definitely a mess but she didn’t care. Her and Erik were in line alone for another roller coaster. It was the Wild One. They sat close together, their thighs touching and Erik placing his hand in her lap.

“You still look sexy as fuck with a messy bun.”

“I should have known not to fix my hair all fancy,” Y/N glances up at Erik, “This is my favorite date of ours so far.”

The ride began to ascend.

“Mines too. Especially hearing you scream like a fucking banshee,” Y/N shoves Erik, his laugh making her smile.

“I always scream on roller coasters even when I love them.”

“It’s cool,” Erik’s hand went further up her skirt.

“Erik, what are you doing?” Y/N looked down at his hand spreading her thighs. She could see him pull her panties to the side, her pussy instantly feeling the wind and cooling the heat she felt from being so damn turned on. He takes his thumb and his middle finger to spread her lips, the tip of his pointer finger rubbing circles around her clit. Y/N’s head went back, eyes closing and her moans caught in her throat.

“We’re almost there,” Erik speaks in a soft tone, making Y/N crave him more. His fingers traveled lower, two of them leisurely sinking inside of her pussy. Y/N moans softly, her hands coming out in front of her to firmly grasp the bars before the feeling of falling overcame her. Everyone else around her screamed through the thrill but all Y/N could do was moan and smile with Erik’s fingers attacking her pussy. Her hair whipped across her face with every turn, Erik watching her with a big handsome smile. Another drop came, Y/N squealing a little while her hips moved in tandem with Erik’s thrusts. She never felt this charged in her life, her body leaned in towards his during a turn, her laughs and gasps of pleasure against his neck. Erik turns his head, her hair in his face while their lips crashed. The ride began to slow down her thighs tightening around his hand because she didn’t want him to stop. Erik reluctantly pulls his hand out, causing Y/N to whimper. He licks his fingers clean before helping her out of the cart and adjusting her skirt. Her but was no longer there, long curly hair all over her head. Erik smooths her hair out of her face before giving her a kiss.

“OOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

Both of them turn to spot their friends watching.

“That’s my boy Erik!” Shawn called out before wolf whistling.

“YALL ARE SO CUTE!” Nisha looked like a proud mother.

Y/N looks up at Erik through her lashes, “Should we tell them?”

Erik wraps his arm around her shoulder, walking Y/N over to get her bag and her Pikachu, “Nah, let’s drag this out, it’s fun.”

“You are so devious.”

#killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #killmonger fanfiction

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fatestricken · 2 years

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yall know what time it isssss ! ! ! like this if you’re interested in plotting out a ship / dynamic of any kind . please specify which muse(s) .

#WE WANT SHIPS AND DYNAMICS HERE #＊／／ｓｈｉｐｐｉｎｇｃａｌｌ：ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ．

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kageyuji · 4 years

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YALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT TIME IT ISSSSS 🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄

ITS SPOON TIME BABEY

also I know it probably wasn’t meant like this, but I watched Hamilton again so my brain said “what time is it? Show time show time!”

#corey speaks #fmtfy

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captainsplat · 6 years

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P1 O1 T1 A1 T2 O2 P2 H1 O3 B1 I1 A2 for garen tho

HOY FUCK OK THANKS FOR ALL THESE ASKS YALLP1. what is their best personality trait?ok to be honest and serious Garen is a super loyal friend and will stick with you through hell. shes a dumbass but she supports and protects people when they really need itO1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?optimisticT1. are they honest?yeah she isssssA1. what are your oc's natural abilities, things they've been doing since young?shes super athletic, all she really liked doing growing up was sports and getting in fights lmao. so yeah she can kick pretty much anyone's assT2. can they tell if someone is lying?honestly most times shes spot on and can see through all ur shit, she is partnered with a detective after all. but also,, sometimes she u t t e r l y fails to detect a lie and its usually something ridiculousO2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?kind of?? Garen can be pretty overbearing but like,, she won't totally undermine a person's feelings. she knows that if ur sad, ur sad and theres only so much she can do.P2. what is their worst personality trait?Oh You fucking KnowH1. do they rather a hot or cold room?cold bitch who the heck likes a hot roomO3. are they good at giving advice?HECK NO dont listen to her oh my god gsjsgskfhfjbB1. what is their hair color?brooownI1. what is their sexuality?shes a big dumb LEBSIANA2. what activities have they participated in?idk what this means like. sports??? yeah she did soccer as a kid. and like. was also in the army if that counts uh

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theootsiders · 7 years

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Imagine your OTP has just had a small, petty fight or argument. Neither one of them is really upset, they’re just both kind of annoyed. “Come on, you know I love you.” Says person A. “Prove it.” Says person B. “Sure. I’d do anything for you.” Says A. Person B then proceeds to tell A to do something absolutely ridiculous. A gladly does it, much to B’s amusement. -yall are at the drive in with twobit, soda, pony, and dal -you were jokin around with two bit because thats how he isssss -but you know how dal is, hes the jealous type. -dal comes back from getting popcorn for the gang and hes FUMING -all the creative swear words. all of em. -he makes a big fuss over throwing the popcorn in the trashcan so literally everyone turns around and you catch a glimpse of him running away -”oh my god! not again dal!” -you run home after him cause yall live pretty close to the drive in -and everyone knows not to mess with dally winstons girlfriend so you know that no ones gonna try anything on you -you can take care of your own but yknow how he is. overprotective. too overprotective -no seriously he once flipped a blade on someone talkin with you. just talking -you didnt even know the guy you were just standing outside of school waiting for dal to pick you up and the guy just asked if there was a quiz the next day and boom theres a blade -”dallas winston.” “y/n y/l/n.” “why are you like this?” “because i am.” “oh my GOD dallas. i dont fucking get it two bit talks like hell to anyone and everyone. you cant expect him to stop. am i not allowed to talk to anyone anymore? what the hell is your problem?” “god, y/n.” “what now?” -it was short but it was enough. -he just storms into yalls room and slams the door shut -and you just feel hopeless and scared and you wonder if you hurt him too bad even though hes taken more but youve always been delicate around him cause you dont wanna push him around more than hes already been pushed -but still both of you are way too stubborn to actually talk to each other -and you know hes just annoyed and he just doesnt wanna lose you. two bit has his humour. soda is (to put it lightly) an angel sent from heaven. ponys sweet and smart. darrys hardworking and caring. steves got the same interest in cars as you. hell even johnnys got somethin, even if he looks like a baby and hes like yours and dallys kid but what does dally have. he always wonders what he has cause hes just a troublemaker and hes in jail a lot and gets into fights what does he HAVE. -but you know he has so much more than just being a troublemaker -so much more. -finally you get up cause you cant stand being without him for a long period of time -spoiler alert -it was like 20 minutes -you walk in and say in your shitty impression of him “come on doll, you know i love you!” -hes lying down turned away from you but you can still hear the smile in his voice when he says “prove it.” -you sit down on the bed and say “sure. i’d do anything for you, doll.” -he sits up and says,” do somethin’ stupid.” -”ok well,” you thought and remembered,” one time, i shit my pants at a rodeo because I thought the whole reason they were doing this was to ram the horse into the crowd.” -he laughs his weird laugh and you melt again and everything's alright -”you were a smart kid, eh babe? thats my y/n” -you turn off the light and nuzzle into his chest -and he thinks you're sleeping and he whispers,”why was I ever mad at you, hon? You didn't do nothin’, baby.” he smoothes your hair down and kisses the top of your head and even quieter he says “I love you.” -a minute later you say,”I know.”

#dally winston #the outsiders #dally winston headcanons #dallas winston #dallas winston headcanons #the outsiders headcanons #matt dillon

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xxogourmet · 5 years

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En España, no necesitas pedir comida....

Primero, if there is one conclusion that i have come to during my most recent visit to Europe (and good lord! this is my LAST [and only 2nd, so far] European excursion for a long while) it isssss….. that servers always , always , ALWAYS appreciate un poco propina (ALWAYS!). i don’t care what bourgeoisie member, what aristocrat, what rich pig tells you otherwise. Y tambien no creo que (that) of all the American things that have been exported & have caught on around the world the good ol’ tip is not one that every damn camerero the food & bev world over would not find something to do with, some laundromat to use it in, some vending machine to snack on it.

So, give tips, yall- even when the cheapskates & tour guides say it really isn’t necessary/ or that it is offensive or lo que sea. People need money out here (especially in the service industry.) No es like automaticamente the servers in España or Portugal have way more money than those in the States or occupy some super high status just because they wait tables in Europe.

Por lo menos, servers worldwide work just as hard as any “suit,” they occupy a lower status & therefore make an “okaay ” living but not very glamorous and certainly not luxurious. Servers often are the tour guides, the direction-givers as well - so, shake em some change while your'e traveling! Don’t be cheap/ stingy/ ungrateful for having a meal sans spit. :-)

APPRECIATION: incluye las cosas pequeñas , no solomente los grandes.

PSA>>>>>>>> When in Rome - don’t smoke the cigarettes! It’s still bad for your health, niños! Even though it might seem cooler to smoke in front of ancient European cathedrals & ruins…. I understand.

SPANISH FOOD in my opinion:Simple, regular, count -on-able goodness - not necessarily fresh all the time (ahem, boxed milk) y tambien falta un poco de sazon o sal (a veces) too (pero comida buena - cada. vez.)

Let’s be real, Portugal y Espanya are close enough geographically that their languages, customs & cuisines (the intended subject of this article) are not drastically different, they are not, so i will talk/discuss them together for the purpose of this essay & anyway, i traveled to those 2 places together/during this trip so their comparison is fresh.

Alor…1st impressions: Portugal, Darling…you don’t have enough porto o madeira to maintain your name. I was aghast at how little Port was around, how rarely it was mentioned or pushed on me. I traveled to Portugal expecting to drown in the sweet, sappy goodness!

Segundo, the effortlessness with which you offer/provide pastries Y perfect (!)coffee astounds an American like me who is accustomed to doing LOT for a little bit of good coffee & bread (you share this trait with Espanya.)

In Spain y Portugal, there is a distinct feeling of self-ingratitude or self non-appreciation, self-discounting, self-sabotage (especially w/ the drinking & nonstop cigarette smoking) self-debasement, self pejorativation, bueno…many words i could create for this feeling but i hope you get the idea–a lack of self-esteem which I believe is the reason why Spain y Portugal give themselves away for less (ladies! i hope you hear me!) & by extension, are somewhat looked down upon by some of the other countries in the EE.UU. Bueno quizás it all started bc these countries seem to cheapen themselves! This is very interesting to observe as it is in direct contrast to the American “Puff Fish” mentality - a culture young & hallow that self aggrandizes to cover for a lack of substance, lack of pith, lack of history, lack of self-knowledge or genuine self-belief. Nowmaybeeee, this is a very dramatic overstatement of a social observation.

Back to food- bueno! I believe, this self-depreciation leads to 2 things :

1. Giving away more for free (snacks que vienen con cada cerveza, vino or the tiny muffins that comes w/ coffee)

2. Lack of self-confidence that holds the cuisine in a status quo sin experimentation (the “spiciest” food (read: most interesting food) that i experienced while traveling was Mozambican in Lisbon) ——- i was craving/wondering what the “New Spanish” chefs were creating! But alas, tricky to find those “wild,” experimental restaurants.

Spain & Portugal me parecen muy traditional en muchos aspectos: la comida, la sociedad, los planes de la ciudad. Pero al reverse perhaps it is this tradition, this belief in how things are & have been that allows the cafeterias y cafes to offer a no-buts-about-it, killer product without pretense, without a need for tip or confirmation (they know what they’ve got! Been serving’ it for years!). Knowing that it is good porque tortilla espanola is ALWAYS good (& it’s somebody’s Grandma’s recipe from 1937). But of course this traditional mindset no funciona as well in our times today (i use the word “our” to speak of us youngsters/millennials/kids that want that new-new all the time)

Culinarily, it must be said that traditional approaches to food are generally established on the mistreatment/ over consumption of animals (Did you know that the bullfights still END with the murder of el Toro?! Yo no sabia before this trip…..que triste) For this reason - the traditions. must. change but also our times usher in an exciting space where we require algo nuevo de quality, algo exotic pero mixed with lo que es familiar Y friendly. Our desires are brand new! Complicados? (no), profundos, frescos, diferentes. What we want needs muchos colores y sentidos pero todos los sentidos must feel gooooooooooooooooooood.

Of course, for me as an enjoyer at the end of the day, traveling is a joy & i loved everything that I was blessed to eat- the food & the excess of olive oil pleased me mucho (it’s so good for the hair and skin!) & it’s so comforting with hot, crusty bread!

There is an overall feeling of generosity & hospitality that comes w/ free food in Spain even with the confused & supercilious looks of the locals as I walked down the street in my very ostentatiously American clothing. No dish really blew me away but every dish pleased me at least. I did leave Europe COMPLETELY unconvinced of buying food in upscale, “white tablecloth” restaurants for what they offer in status/look-at-me they could never provide in realness or feeling of how things really ARE in a place. Give me that real shit! Vale, Espanya y Portugal gracias por tu hospitality y basic goodness espero cuando nos reunimos sepáis mas que valor tienen!

Postres + crema

Calamares

Vino + Patatas

Jamon + Queso

Pastel de nata

Pulpo

Bacalao

Pimientos

Tortilla española

Cafe con leche

Pan! Pan! Pan!

Aceite de oliva!

Aceitunas!

#xxogourmet #exxotique #gourmet #food #writer #brooklyn #sabino #smith #afroitaliana #dj turned writer #yum #yumbo #recipe maker #spain #portugal #findings #camino de santiago #delicious #yummy

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exxotiquegourmet · 5 years

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In Spain You Don’t Need to Order Food - Only Drinks! (they all come with food)

Primero, if there is one conclusion that i have come to during my most recent visit to Europe (and good lord! this is my LAST [and only 2nd, so far] European excursion for a long while) it isssss….. that servers always , always , ALWAYS appreciate un poco propina (ALWAYS!). i don't care what bourgeoisie member, what aristocrat, what rich pig tells you otherwise. Y tambien no creo que (that) of all the American things that have been exported & have caught on around the world the good ol' tip is not one that every damn camerero the food & bev world over would not find something to do with, some laundromat to use it in, some vending machine to snack on it.

So, give tips, yall- even when the cheapskates & tour guides say it really isn't necessary/ or that it is offensive or lo que sea. People need money out here (especially in the service industry.) No es like automaticamente the servers in España or Portugal have way more money than those in the States or occupy some super high status just because they wait tables in Europe.

Por lo menus, servers worldwide work just as hard as any "suit," they occupy a lower status & therefore make an "okaay" living but not very glamorous and certainly not luxurious. Servers often are the tour guides, the direction-givers as well - so, shake em some change while your'e traveling! Don't be cheap/ stingy/ ungrateful for having a meal sans spit. :-)

APPRECIATION: incluye las cosas pequeñas , no solomente los grandes.

PSA>>>>>>>> When in Rome - don't smoke the cigarettes! It's still bad for your health, niños! Even though it might seem cooler to smoke in front of ancient European cathedrals & ruins.... I understand.

Let's be real, Portugal y Espanya are close enough geographically that their languages, customs & cuisines (the intended subject of this article) are not drastically different, they are not, so i will talk/discuss them together for the purpose of this essay & anyway, i traveled to those 2 places together/during this trip so their comparison is fresh.

Alor…1st impressions: Portugal, Darling...you don't have enough porto o madeira to maintain your name. I was aghast at how little Port was around, how rarely it was mentioned or pushed on me. I traveled to Portugal expecting to drown in the sweet, sappy goodness!

Segundo, the effortlessness with which you offer/provide pastries Y perfect (!) coffee astounds an American like me who is accustomed to doing LOT for a little bit of good coffee & bread (you share this trait with Espanya.)

In Spain y Portugal, there is a distinct feeling of self-ingratitude or self non-appreciation, self-discounting, self-sabotage (especially w/ the drinking & nonstop cigarette smoking) self-debasement, self pejorativation, bueno…many words i could create for this feeling but i hope you get the idea--a lack of self-esteem which I believe is the reason why Spain y Portugal give themselves away for less (ladies! i hope you hear me!) & by extension, are somewhat looked down upon by some of the other countries in the EE.UU. Bueno quizás it all started bc these countries seem to cheapen themselves! This is very interesting to observe as it is in direct contrast to the American "Puff Fish" mentality - a culture young & hallow that self aggrandizes to cover for a lack of substance, lack of pith, lack of history, lack of self-knowledge or genuine self-belief. Now maybeeee, this is a very dramatic overstatement of a social observation.

Back to food- bueno! I believe, this self-depreciation leads to 2 things :

1. Giving away more for free (snacks que vienen con cada cerveza, vino or the tiny muffins that comes w/ coffee)

2. Lack of self-confidence that holds the cuisine in a status quo sin experimentation (the "spiciest" food (read: most interesting food) that i experienced while traveling was Mozambican in Lisbon) ------- i was craving/wondering what the "New Spanish" chefs were creating! But alas, tricky to find those “wild,” experimental restaurants.

Spain & Portugal me parecen muy traditional en muchos aspectos: la comida, la sociedad, los planes de la ciudad. Pero al reverse perhaps it is this tradition, this belief in how things are & have been that allows the cafeterias y cafes to offer a no-buts-about-it, killer product without pretense, without a need for tip or confirmation (they know what they've got! Been serving' it for years!). Knowing that it is good porque tortilla espanola is ALWAYS good (& it's somebody's Grandma's recipe from 1937). But of course this traditional mindset no funciona as well in our times today (i use the word "our" to speak of us youngsters/millennials/kids that want that new-new all the time)

Culinarily, it must be said that traditional approaches to food are generally established on the mistreatment/ over consumption of animals (Did you know that the bullfights still END with the murder of el Toro?! Yo no sabia before this trip.....que triste) For this reason - the traditions. must. change but also our times usher in an exciting space where we require algo nuevo de quality, algo exotic pero mixed with lo que es familiar Y friendly. Our desires are brand new! Complicados? (no), profundos, frescos, diferentes. What we want needs muchos colores y sentidos pero todos los sentidos must feel gooooooooooooooooooood.

Of course, for me as an enjoyer at the end of the day, traveling is a joy & i loved everything that I was blessed to eat- the food & the excess of olive oil pleased me mucho (it's so good for the hair and skin!) & it's so comforting with hot, crusty bread!

There is an overall feeling of generosity & hospitality that comes w/ free food in Spain even with the confused & supercilious looks of the locals as I walked down the street in my very ostentatiously American clothing. No dish really blew me away but every dish pleased me at least. I did leave Europe COMPLETELY unconvinced of buying food in upscale, "white tablecloth" restaurants for what they offer in status/look-at-me they could never provide in realness or feeling of how things really ARE in a place. Give me that real shit! Vale, Espanya y Portugal gracias por tu hospitality y basic goodness espero cuando nos reunimos sepáis mas que valor tienen!

Postres + crema

Calamares

Vino + Patatas

Jamon + Queso

Pastel de nata

Pulpo

Bacalao

Pimientos

Tortilla española

Cafe con leche

Pan! Pan! Pan!

Aceite de oliva!

Aceitunas!

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